Luyện nghe bài hát Legionnaire's Lament

I'm a
Camel in
for a Frigidaire
To come by

I am on
Lacking my joie de
my gay Paris
In this dry

And I wrote my
Told her I not return
Terribly taken a
For the worse, now I

been a year or more
Since they me to this foreign shore
Fighting in a war
So far away from my

If only summer rain would
On the houses and the
And the side bagatelles
It's like a

With the roar of
And the lulling of the cafe
The sleeping sweeping of the Seine
Lord, I don't if I'll ever be back again

in the sun
Pinched of laudanum
Longing for the old
Of my

Curses to mirage
A bottle of ancient
A of distant applause
Is ringing in my ears

On the old bank
My in a charabanc
Riding up the and length
Of the Champs

If summer rain would fall
On the houses and the
And the walk bagatelles
like a dream

With the roar of
And the of the cafe bars
The sleeping sweeping of the Seine
Lord, I know if I'll ever be back again

If summer rain would fall
On the houses and the
And the walk bagatelles '
It's like a

With the roar of
And the lulling of the cafe
The sleeping sweeping of the Seine
Lord, I don't if I'll ever be back again

Be again
Be back
I'll be back